”“Yes! But she is not at home. I just called her. She told that she is out. She also told that either I collect her flat’s key from here or I ca... wait for her in your home. Is it alright for you if I wait for her in your house?” She said.As a usual practice, we keep our spare keys of house in each other’s flat for any emergency.“No problem at all for me. You can wait for her here. We have planned to go out shopping and for dinner. I am dressing up for the event.” She looked a bit uncomfortable.. “No, I developed the habit of throwing my shoes when I’m calm.” I helped her get the useless panties off and sat beside her on the couch. She put her hand around my shoulder, then pulled me towards her. “George!” I looked at her, drowning in her blue eyes. “What are you really thinking?” she asked. “About what?” “About my predicament.” “I like this predicament of yours,” I said and knocked on the cast. “Really! Why?” “You can’t run away from me.” She tensed visibly. “I know you. You just can't imagine what a powerful feeling it was to see that boy naked, in front of me, knowing that I was going to fuck him."She made a few rocking motions around my very hard cock, making it 'stir the pot' in her, and then she sat down on me again, very hard and very quiet."I had thought I'd teach him to lie beside me and excite me further with his hands, but frankly I was so hungry myself, that all I could think of was having him between my thighs. I touched his cock only a few times,. I tried to kick out at her but she grabbed me by the ankle and quickly strapped it to the stretcher. My left ankle soon followed and I realized with a sinking heart that Sylvia would soon have me secured to the stretcher without ever freeing more than one limb at a time.She quickly tightened the stretcher's built in straps at my knees, waist, and chest. Finally the rope connecting my collar to the headboard was untied and a strap was buckled around my forehead, holding my head firmly.